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The Giant

written by: Ger White

 

It was just a hill field to the neighbours
But we knew it was the Bed of the Giant
And when he was heavily breathing
His breath made a fog oe’r the land

It was rare that anyone saw him
Sleep was what he did best
It seems he was old and a tired Giant
So we should keep very quiet, let him rest!

Most folk saw just a green hill-field
We saw Giant’s Head and Feet
And ogled at that large heaving belly
And wondered when and how we would meet!

So we tiptoed past his Bed in the morning
And ran past it scared late at night
We watched every move, every heaving
That Giant’s bed filled us with fright.

I then moved away from that hillside
Returning years later to bury some kin
Out of curiosity I checked on the “Giant”
Saw nothing but a flat field of green.

My daughter was with me however.
I felt nothing. But as we were leaving
She pulled on my arm in excitement
“Mom-wait! I can hear the giant breathing”

Ger White

Ger White

APRIL 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Gerardine White - (also called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad. This past year she was published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. Some of her poems will already have appeared in Ballyguiltenane Rural Journal over time. She had the pleasure of spending an evening with Seamus Heaney in Dublin in 2011. It was later very humbling to read a testimonial of her work:
“Your poetry reminds me of Seamus Heaney” (Grant Hudson - Clarendon House Publications)
"Poems by Ger have the ability to lift the soul and bring it to a place of peace and calm"
(Peg Prendeville, Poet. - The Purple Pencil)
Ger White

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